A Dream -- Monday 6 July

I dance with Ganymede's aurorae, their neon colours painting my skin as I sway to the rhythm of Madness echoing from Oxford's lily pads. Jupiter's moon whispers secrets of ancient kings who once challenged Darius III for their thrones, their histories shimmering like the bubbles in my Earl Grey. In this dream, I'm Archimedes, discovering new patterns in learning algorithms with every pirouette, generalizing truths as easily as I breathe.